hen she is neither too young to be wise, nor too
old to be careful.--_Minnie Thomas Antrim._

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To Woman--A paradox who puzzles when she pleases and pleases
when she puzzles.--_Minnie Thomas Antrim._

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TO THE FINEST GIRL I KNOW.

Here's to her whose presence is ever and always near,
Here's to her whose large brown eyes make life forever dear;
Here's to her whose fair white skin is clear as the whitest snow,
Here's to the sweetest of her sex--
The finest girl I know!

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Here's to the rim of my lady's glass,
But tipped by her beautiful lip,
And here's to the thrill that must certainly pass
From the rim to the base of that fortunate glass
Whenever she takes a sip.

--_Bayard Bacon._

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Here's health to you and wealth to you,
Honors and gifts a thousand strong;
Here's name to you and fame to you,
Blessing and joy a whole life long.
But, lest bright Fortune's star grow dim,
And sometimes cease to move to you,
I fill my bumper to the brim
And pledge a lot of love to you!

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I fill this cup to one made up
Of loveliness alone,
A woman, of her gentler sex
The seeming paragon.
Her health! and would on earth there stood
Some more of such a frame,
That life might be all poetry,
And weariness a name.

--_Edward Coate Pinckney._

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TO MY LADY FAIR.

To my lady fair
I fill my cup!
To my lady fair
With the cheeks so rare
Where the dimples dare
To tarry;
To her footsteps bright
So like the flight
Of a swallow light
And airy--
To my lady fair
I fill my cup,
To my lady fair
I drink it up!--_Bayard Bacon._

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Oh, lovely woman! man's great bane
And joy! You ne'er can pall!
Source of all pleasure and all pain,
And--bless you! worth it all!

--_Lewis._

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Drink to fair woman, who, I think,
Is most entitled to it;
For if anything could ever drive me to drink,
She certainly could do it.--_B. Jabez Jenkins._

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Here's to woman, lovely woman--
Gladdest in her gladness when she